From January to July

We’ve traveled roads together

And alone — country roads,

Interstates, island roads,

Bajan roads, roads the Romans built,

Roads with a strip of grass down the middle,

Framed by bright green birch trees.

Snow covered the roads, then spring’s flowers,

Then summer's steamy rain.

And now here, we ride together, more and more.
And all I want to do is to take the road home to you.